Morgan Library New York Novels & Stories

“Anything that goes against church teachings?” There was another silence. Then Bill exhaled. “You’re right.” I smiled faintly. “And Bill,” I added quickly, my voice dropping into something more intimate, more careful, “About Mrs. Morgan’s whereabouts, she’ll be leaving tomorrow evening for a dinner party at the Valecrest Hotel. If you’re going to catch her, that may be your best chance.”

Morgan shook hands with Marcel. One Year Later, Beautiful London. A modern, orderly city. Public transport rushed by alongside numerous luxury cars owned by billionaires in central London. One year and fifty days. Since their return to London, Marcel and Morgan had formed the most improbable and highly guarded alliance. They established a secret operational base in an old warehouse in the Docklands, far from the constantly monitored Alexander Corporation headquarters. The search was always failing. Always fruitless. Lorenzo had hidden Alice and Alvin perfectly.

they said, “except the hunger.” Wyn had a knack for finding the places no one else saw: the rotting opera house repurposed as a granary, or the hollowed-out pump room where knife fighters settled impossible debts in a single, bright minute. It was in one of these places that Wyn found Morgan, three days after arriving, arguing with the foreman of a salvage barge. “He’s also from the House,” Wyn said later, lounging beside Carolina on a roof that reeked of kerosene and scorched feathers. “Morgan and him go back to the first riots. They tried to kill each other at least twice.”

So, without a second thought, she packed a bag and left his home, never looking back, even though his mum had tried to reason with her, she just couldn't stay for now. Morgana had no idea where she was going, but she knew that she needed to get as far away from Marcellus and New Orleans as possible. She got on a bus and headed north, watching the scenery pass by her as she lost herself in her thoughts, enjoying the ride. After hours of travel, Morgana arrived in a small town called Millfield. It was a quiet and peaceful place, surrounded by lush green forests and rolling hills. The town had a few shops, a small grocery store, and a cozy-looking cafe. Morgana decided to stay there for a while

He is looking at her when he says it, not at the Mall. She looks back at the Mall and says nothing and lets it sit exactly where it lands. On a Thursday evening Lily takes her for drinks in Adams Morgan (a diverse, eclectic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., known for its international restaurants, music venues, and mix of cultures — the name comes from two elementary schools, John Quincy Adams and Thomas P. Morgan, that were among the first to integrate in D.C.), just the two of them, which Valentina suspects was Lily's idea and not Ethan's suggestion.

I asked. "City," she said. "Lower east side. A building that doesn't appear in any public record but cross-referenced against Morgana's known property holdings from Lucian's files…." She slid a piece of paper across the table. "It's registered under a shell company that appears in three separate entries in those files." I looked at the address.

Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino. Usually, these meetings end with her going after some target and getting blood on her hands. She let out a deep sigh, turning her back to the window. She grabbed her cell phone and a gun, leaving her apartment in the same minute. She sped her car through the busy streets of New York City, experiencing a fine drizzle. Before reaching the shed where the organization meets, Morgana bought two coffees. One for herself and the other for Daryl. She parked in front of the shed, going inside with the coffees in hand. Inside, everything was as it had always been. In fact, abandon

These two had so many kinks…to think that they would continue what they were doing in a hotel… “Ah, right. About that. I’ll be arriving at Harbor City this evening for a party tonight. I want to bring you with me,” Madam Morgan explained with a smile. “What kind of party?” Melanie asked. “I’ll send you the details later. But there’s going to be quite a few socialites from the International Socialites’ Gala participating in the party. They’re here to see the Morgan Group’s origins in Harbor City. You’re our number one socialite in Harbor City, so we can’t have you be absent,” she explained in a serious tone.

He had rebooked a flight early tomorrow morning with enough time he needed to arrive for the meeting in Boston… Just In turn, it gave him an opportunity to surprise Morgan. Glancing down the street at the brownstones, this was a great place to raise kids, and when he had slipped the engagement ring on Morgan's finger six months ago, she had agreed to move in and have their family here someday.

Bernard Holland was ten minutes late; Morgan was glad she wasn't waiting in the cold outside like he'd suggested. Morgan stood inside the door of the restaurant where Brian had made reservations. Her pulse quickened with every passing minute. Morgan and Brian dated in high school and were married while they were both in college. She'd only been with one man her entire life, so she had no experience with the dating game.